One Direction Imagines

Fight Night

Your POV:

Things between Niall and I have been tense, to say the least. He's been distant. It's the same routine over and over again. I come home from work and the house is either left a mess, or he's no where in sight. I feel like I'm the only person trying in this relationship.

"Niall? Are you home?" I call throughout the house, searching for him. I place my car keys against our marble bench-top and as I make my journey from the front door to our bedroom; there are items of clothing lying around the corridor and a pair of shoes outside our bedroom door.

"Niall?" I ask out loud once more, opening the door to our room. I found him in bed, his attention turned towards the television monitor, playstation control in hand. He hasn't even noticed that I'm present in the room.

"Babe, what are you doing?" I huff in frustration. I stood waiting for his answer, but it never comes. He hasn't looked at me once since I got home and I'm starting to believe I did something to make him this way.

I walk closer towards our bed, sitting on it and removing my jacket. "Niall?" This time he looks at me, but he still refuses to reply. By now, I'm frustrated and annoyed. If I can't even have a proper conversation with my boyfriend, then what are we doing?

"Niall, will you please answer me?!" I almost speak out of anger.

"What?! What do you want?" He finally takes the time out of busy life to answer my one question that I asked nearly 20 minutes ago.

"What do I want? I want you to answer me when I talk to you. Like a normal person would. What is up with you today?"

"Nothing. Everything is fine. Now will you please let me finish my game." He did not just avoid talking to me so he can finish his game. I was so annoyed, something in me just told me to turn off that game console, as much as I knew he'd hate it.

"What is wrong with you?! Why'd you do that for?" He screams at me. I stand there shocked. He's never really raised his voice at me, even if he was mad.

"Niall, you've been ignoring me and you're becoming distant. What's going on?" This time, I speak in a softer tone. I want to have a conversation with him and find out what's wrong.

"It's you! You always do everything wrong! You can't get anything right." He sighs heavily and places his hand against his forehead before looking at me again.

I really wasn't looking for a fight today. We'd had our fair share of fights, but this one was far from expected.

"I just want to sit at home, in my bed, and enjoy one afternoon without you asking me questions and hearing you complain." He was expecting me to say something back, but I couldn't. There was nothing to be said.

"Whatever, I'm going out. I'll be back in a few hours. Don't wait up." He grabs his jacket, puts on his shoes and walks out the front door.

I sit against the end of our bed. He really meant all of those things, didn't he? I didn't realise I was crying until I felt a tear drop land on my lap. This was stupid. Our relationship was crumbling because he thought I was 'complaining' too much? All it took was a decent conversation, and Niall couldn't even do that. He didn't even want to be around me. Instead, he'd rather go out and share a few drinks with the boys.

As I sit there on our bed, I began to think about where our relationship was headed. These past few weeks, we hadn't even spoken properly - nothing besides greetings and occasional questions about what we were having for dinner. Besides that, nothing.

He stopped giving me the time of day and he stopped showing me he cared. After I wiped the last tear away, I got up towards our wardrobe and began packing my belongings. He obviously didn't want me here anymore. So I wasn't going to stand in the way. Grabbing the last bit of my necessities, I glanced back at our room and remembered all the times we spent together in that one place.

I smiled sadly before turning around and exiting the room. As I stumbled towards the front door, I saw him. He was standing there, keys in hand. I looked at him, guilt came over me knowing that I was about to leave him without a written note.

"What- where are you going?" Niall was dumbfounded. He never assumed I would leave him. And I never had a reason to until now.

"I'm going to stay at a friend's place for a few days. We're obviously not working out so..." He slowly walked towards me, attempting up grab my suitcase from me but I wouldn't budge.

"Wh-why? Why are leaving?"

I scoffed. "Why? Niall, you can't be serious? This is what you wanted! It clearly isn't working out for us. I'm doing this relationship a favour."

"No! You don't get to do that. You don't get to walk out of my life that easily!" Before I could take one step further, he throws his keys over the couch and quickly moves to stand firmly in front of me, blocking the entrance.

"Niall, you're-"

"No!" He cuts me off again. His expression slowly turning into a mix of sadness and frustration. "You always do this! You always take the easy way out and I always let you. This time it's different. I'm standing right in front of you, babe. I need you, and you sure as hell know how much I love you."

I stare into his eyes - the same pair that still kill me to this day - knowing he's right. I always choose the easy way out. After every fight we have, it's always me who ends up walking out.

"Fine. You tell me! Tell me what you really want. One minute you need me, the next you don't. I'm tired of being casted in the shadow, Niall. I need your attention too. I need to know you still want to be with me." The pleading in my voice is crystal clear.

"Of course I still want to be with you." He steps closer to me, one hand making it's way to my arm "That shit I said earlier... It doesn't mean anything. I love you. I don't say it often, and I might not show it, but I do. Yes you drive me madly insane, and you piss me off so much, but what two people don't? I'm still as in love with you as I was the first moment I met you."

By this time, there are fresh tears running down my cheeks. This Irish bastard really has his way with words, and he's damn lucky that I'm hopelessly in love with him.

"I-"

"Don't say it." He really has to stop interrupting me.

"You didn't even know what I was going to say?"

"I do. You were probably most-likely going to say 'I can't do this' and then you'd still continue to cry in front of me and then we'd never talk it." Damnit. He knows me too well.

"Actually, I was going to say I'm sorry. And I love you." I smile at him and move closer, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He stares at me for second before returning the smile and placing his arms around my waist. "Wait- what are you saying sorry for?"

"Well, I'm sorry for almost leaving without writing a note. I know you would've hated that."

"You're right. I would've." He pulls me closer into him - as if we weren't already close enough - and grabs my face and kisses me lovingly.

"I do love you, Y/N. With everything I have."

"I love you too, Niall."

"You know, I'm gonna make you my wife someday."

"And I'll be right here, saying yes."

Author's Note:

Sorry guys, this probably sounds rushed and I guess it is a little bit. I started off with writing something and I had to put it on hold for school. So I quickly finished it and still wanted to publish it, seeing as I've been inactive for quite some time. Enjoy!

- J xx